Page 68 of Echoes From the Void
His mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that sets my body on fire. Our tongues clash as we devour each other’s breaths, our bodies grinding together in desperate need of release.
The shadows cast by our writhing bodies dance around us like a sultry striptease performer eager to join in our lustful playground encouraging us to let go of all inhibitions. I can feel Matteo’s heart hammering against my chest matching the frantic beat of my own heart as if we were two wild animals caught in a primal dance of desire seeking satisfaction only found deep within each other’s bodies.
“Frankie,” he growls into my ear before biting down on my lobe sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core, “I fucking need you.” His voice is hoarse with unfiltered lust that sends shivers down my spine making me wetter than I already am for him.
“Yes,” I pant against his lips.
Without breaking eye contact he roughly grabs my thighs forcing them apart granting him access to what he has been craving since day one. my soaking wet pussy begging to be filled by his throbbing cock dripping precum at just the thought of being inside me again.
“You want this pussy don’t you?” I ask him teasingly while running my nails down his muscular back causing him to shiver under my touch. “You want to fuck me hard until I scream your name?”
He groans his approval before burying his face between my breasts lavishing attention on every inch of exposed skin eliciting moans from deep within me that only encourage him further.
“Oh God Frankie you have no idea how much I need this right now” he tells me before grabbing onto my hips pulling them closer so that his rock hard erection rubs against my clit driving me wild with anticipation.
“Please Matteo please fuck me now” I beg him as waves of pleasure wash over me threatening to consume me whole.
Matteo’s eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. “As you wish, my alpha,” he growls.
With one smooth thrust, he enters me, filling me completely. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through my body. Matteo stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine, our ragged breaths mingling.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So perfect.”
I roll my hips, urging him to move. “Please,” I whimper, desperate for friction.
He starts to move, slowly at first, building a rhythm that has me clinging to him, my nails digging into his back. Our shadows dance around us, pulsing with each thrust, amplifying every sensation.
Matteo picks up the pace, driving into me with increasing urgency. I match him move for move, our bodies in perfect sync. The room fills with the sound of our gasps and moans, the slap of skin on skin.
“Matteo,” I pant, feeling the pressure building inside me. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
He growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic. One of his hands snakes between us, his fingers finding my clit and circling it expertly. The added stimulation sends me careening over the edge.
I cry out his name as I come, my body shuddering with waves of intense pleasure.
The shadows around us explode in a frenzy of movement, responding to the intensity of my climax. Matteo groans, burying his face in my neck as my inner walls clench around him. With a few more powerful thrusts, he follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he finds his release.
We cling to each other, panting and trembling in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. Slowly, the shadows settle, wrapping around us like a comforting blanket. Matteo lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. The love and devotion I see there takes my breath away.
“I love you,” he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to my lips.
“I love you too,” I murmur back, my fingers tracing patterns on his back.
For the first time in a long while I fall asleep. and this time. I don’t have nightmare but dreams. Hopeful, beautiful, dreams.
Chapter 23
Leo
The shadowsin the kitchen writhe with unnatural energy as I flip pancakes, trying to ignore how my sisters’ untrained power pulses against my own. Liliana perches on the counter, her fingers trailing darkness without realizing it. Mom’s warnings echo in my head: uncontrolled shadow essence attracts corruption.
“Your shadows are doing that thing again,” Luna remarks without looking up from her custody papers, which are now outlined in shadow essence. The darkness bleeds into the text like ink in water. “The protective swirling.”
I force my shadows to settle, but they refuse, responding to the mounting pressure of five awakening shadow gifts. The air feels thick, heavy with potential and warning. Through my pack bonds, I sense Matteo and Frankie stirring, responding to my unease.
“Anyone else dreaming about Dad?” Lucia’s voice breaks the tension. Her sketchbook bleeds shadows onto the floor, forming twisted patterns that make my stomach turn. The same patterns I’d seen in Valerie’s corrupted shifters. The same ones that had consumed our father.
Lena’s psychology textbook snaps shut, shadows curling from its pages. “You’re seeing him too?” Her clinical tone can’t hide the tremor in her voice. “I thought it was stress from finals.”
